Chapter 3: Fire
Faith
as she watched him from the corner of her eye her heart jumped a little. At first it was from the thrill of the hunt but when he turned and made a simple movement she knew that it was him that made her heart flutter. It wasn't the first time she had made this revelation it was just the first time she acknowledged it.
She stepped back when he walked past her watching him as he went down the hall; impure thoughts raced through her head. She stood there for a moment, smiling to herself as the thoughts got into more detail, just thinking about Angel was fascinating, she was sure Buffy would never dream of or attempt the things she was thinking. Well one thing was for sure, she wasn't Buffy.
Angel
He looked at Faith, the expression on her face, the way she looked at him and he wondered about the wheels churning in her head. What could she be thinking that made her face turn bright red and all the while she was trying to look serious but for some reason couldn't. Finally, the meeting was over and everyone left, except faith and Cordelier.
Angel looked at Cordelier in surprise. "What's up Cody?"
Cordelier shrugged nonchalantly and glanced over at Faith before speaking. "Nothing, I just wanted to talk to the boss privately."
She emphasized the last word hoping that Faith would get the hint. She did.
"Fine, I'll catch you later Angel, we need to talk anyway." She walked to wards the door, silently praying that Angel would stop her, even when she had closed the door behind her and he waved to her as she walked down the hall, still she hoped.
His cam back from the fight, drenched in blood and sweat. She feared that he wouldn't listen to what she had to say but, when he stopped in short at her room she knew he was there to listen. Like he always was, there for her, for everyone. Even though he didn't have to be. The things she had to tell him before her impending death, the things she wanted to apologize for, epically when he was angelus. All that unspoken truth that she held in her she wanted to bear her soul to him but at what consequence? To get rejected again? To get turned down like Wesley has turned her down? To get disappointed? Not again.
Angel
She was staring again, only this time she looked like she wanted to tell him something. Well, he certainly couldn't talk now, he needed to clean up and then see the rest of the team for the information on how this prophecy was going.
Faith
an hour had passed since she had seen him a she was getting restless. She walked out of her room and headed towards his office. There was Cordelier standing right outside his door, like the guard dog from hell.
"Hey, Cordy is Angel in there?"
"Yeah, but he's busy." Cordelia stated matter of fact.
"Oh, Well when do you think will be a good time to see him. We need to talk."
Cordelia squared hr shoulders and looked faith in the eyes.
She placed a hand on her hip.
"Look, Faith I know that Angel came to you begging for help but you have no right to just prance around here as if you own the place. I know that Angel is convinced you are a good girl now but let me tell you that I have played this game with you more than Angel has and you and I both know that with you people are bound to get burned."
Faith raised an eyebrow, memories of her days at sunny dale came flooding back "Is that a threat Cordy"
Cordelia stared at the slayer. Her voice dropped to below a whisper; "What do you think?"
Before Faith had a chance to respond Angel had opened the door and stood looking at the girls. Cordelia turned around, "Something wrong?" Angel asked hesitantly.
Faith shook her head, "Not at all." She responded. "Not at all."
Faith
as she watched him from the corner of her eye her heart jumped a little. At first it was from the thrill of the hunt but when he turned and made a simple movement she knew that it was him that made her heart flutter. It wasn't the first time she had made this revelation it was just the first time she acknowledged it.
She stepped back when he walked past her watching him as he went down the hall; impure thoughts raced through her head. She stood there for a moment, smiling to herself as the thoughts got into more detail, just thinking about Angel was fascinating, she was sure Buffy would never dream of or attempt the things she was thinking. Well one thing was for sure, she wasn't Buffy.
Angel
He looked at Faith, the expression on her face, the way she looked at him and he wondered about the wheels churning in her head. What could she be thinking that made her face turn bright red and all the while she was trying to look serious but for some reason couldn't. Finally, the meeting was over and everyone left, except faith and Cordelier.
Angel looked at Cordelier in surprise. "What's up Cody?"
Cordelier shrugged nonchalantly and glanced over at Faith before speaking. "Nothing, I just wanted to talk to the boss privately."
She emphasized the last word hoping that Faith would get the hint. She did.
"Fine, I'll catch you later Angel, we need to talk anyway." She walked to wards the door, silently praying that Angel would stop her, even when she had closed the door behind her and he waved to her as she walked down the hall, still she hoped.
His cam back from the fight, drenched in blood and sweat. She feared that he wouldn't listen to what she had to say but, when he stopped in short at her room she knew he was there to listen. Like he always was, there for her, for everyone. Even though he didn't have to be. The things she had to tell him before her impending death, the things she wanted to apologize for, epically when he was angelus. All that unspoken truth that she held in her she wanted to bear her soul to him but at what consequence? To get rejected again? To get turned down like Wesley has turned her down? To get disappointed? Not again.
Angel
She was staring again, only this time she looked like she wanted to tell him something. Well, he certainly couldn't talk now, he needed to clean up and then see the rest of the team for the information on how this prophecy was going.
Faith
an hour had passed since she had seen him a she was getting restless. She walked out of her room and headed towards his office. There was Cordelier standing right outside his door, like the guard dog from hell.
"Hey, Cordy is Angel in there?"
"Yeah, but he's busy." Cordelia stated matter of fact.
"Oh, Well when do you think will be a good time to see him. We need to talk."
Cordelia squared hr shoulders and looked faith in the eyes.
She placed a hand on her hip.
"Look, Faith I know that Angel came to you begging for help but you have no right to just prance around here as if you own the place. I know that Angel is convinced you are a good girl now but let me tell you that I have played this game with you more than Angel has and you and I both know that with you people are bound to get burned."
Faith raised an eyebrow, memories of her days at sunny dale came flooding back "Is that a threat Cordy"
Cordelia stared at the slayer. Her voice dropped to below a whisper; "What do you think?"
Before Faith had a chance to respond Angel had opened the door and stood looking at the girls. Cordelia turned around, "Something wrong?" Angel asked hesitantly.
Faith shook her head, "Not at all." She responded. "Not at all."